| Can we climb this mountain, I don't know, higher now than ever before... |
[02 Dec 2006|01:06am] |
A funny old night. Work was relatively easy, even taking into account the buffet. They were mercifully early finishing, and I was out in time to get into the bar where Bolb was waiting to show me pictures of Des on her phone.
I talked to Jim for a while, my irregular drinking buddy. We yammered about art and then I went to the New Inn in which Brian (Old school chum) began profusely apologising for his actions at school, and thanking me many times for being a good part of his life. Rather odd really, all I did was to be myself.
I guess, I still am.
Tomorrow, I will find out how Dan's date went, work, start my homework, and think forward to Monday night, in which I shall go to class and we will all go to the pub. If I get some time to talk to Missy D, I will be happy.
But Jeez, she's so damned young. I can't flirt with a seventeen year old. Can I? Maybe..
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[02 Dec 2006|01:20am] |
This is Mai Kuraki. She's a Jpop singer and is unremittingly cute, and she is going to be my wife, just as long as dog trainer Victoria Stilwell doesn't mind. Let's be frank, neither of them knows they're getting married to me yet, but good intentions are all you need in this life. A few non existent love letters and some naughty jokes, and she'll be mine, goddamit.
Rowr.
I should probably listen to some of her tunes, too. All in good time, my son. All in good time.
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[02 Dec 2006|03:57pm] |
I haven't cried for nearly twelve months, certainly not to any particular extent anyway. But today, my moodswing went downhill almost as soon as I arrived at work. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I spent half an hour gritting my teeth and fighting off tears.
And I did. Not necessarily a good thing, but i'm not weak anymore. I don't cry that easily. I'll be fucking damned if i'll let a stupid moodswing crash my day into the shit.
I think I may have manic depression, that's the feeling I have..it's like a gauge going from green to red, just like the click of a finger. I don't know why.
It got better, even though work was as shit as i'd expect. The boys and I had a nice chatty afternoon. Dan's date went well, but Tottenham lost. Oh well, life is all about balance, as i've discovered. Because, the only real smile of another dreary day is put on my face by Wigan 0 - 4 Liverpool. That's at half time.
Now, I must start thinking about this homework. I really just want to lie down.
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[02 Dec 2006|04:15pm] |
I've often spoken of my fear of death on these less than hallowed pages, of the quickening pulse of time, and of the wondering of the point of existing in this cock-hole pisswater. Of course, I am joking there a little...I know what a miracle it is to just be, and life itself is amazing, but I was thinking..
that the only thing i'm really afraid of when I kick my last is the bodies natural reaction of elevating the piss and shit out of itself as the sphinctal muscles relax after death. It's just so undignified. I don't mind rotting, I don't mind becoming a bony cunt, and I don't mind being cremated, but I don't like the thought of crapping myself all over the place.
So I have decided that just before I do die i'm going to the toilet for a massive fucking crap. Though by that age (Should I die old) i'm thinking time and incontinence will have taken care of that eventuality for me before death.
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[02 Dec 2006|05:56pm] |
Here's cutie Mai Kuraki hanging about in a bunch of miscellaneous blue shit. It's either the most nauseating thing ever or endearing as fuck, something I can't work out.
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But consider this, there's something endemically sweet and loveable about a twenty something year old woman who still finds time to sit about with a blue balloon, a sort of inflatable whale, and some cloud strewn wallpaper. That makes her a worthy bonk in my book. And that's not all, either. She's got great hair and likes staring whistifully into the middle distance. We're perfect for each other!
It'd also be shit easy to find stuff for her for Christmas and birhtdays. This dolphin related inflatable crap is ten pence a shitload down the seafront in the summer.
So my virtual wives number two now. Victoria, meet Mai. We're going to have some fun tonight, playing cluedo. In my bed. With my "special" bendy weapon. In my own head, anyway. Oh yeah, roll the dice girls, roll the fucking dice!
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| Lyric of the fuckin' day. |
[02 Dec 2006|06:29pm] |
It's "Tribute" by Tenacious D.
This is the greatest and best song in the world. . . tribute.
Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here,...
we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden,
there shined a shiny demon...
in the middle...
of the road.
And he said:
"Play the best song in the world,
or I'll eat your souls (wisper:Souls)."
Well me and Kyle,... we looked at each other,
and we each said...
"Okay."
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World,
it was The Best Song in the World.
Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one make two,
two and one make three,
It was destiny.
Once every hundred-thousand years or so,
When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow
and the grass doth grow oooh
Needless to say,
the beast was stunned.
Whip-crack went his whippy tail,
And the beast was done.
He asked us:
"(snort) BE you angels?"
And we said,
"Nay.
We are but men
rock on!!!!"
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!
This is not The Greatest Song in the World, No No!
This is just a tribute.
Couldn't remember The Greatest Song in the World, yeah,
No!
This is a tribute, oh,
To The Greatest Song in the World,
All right!
It was The Greatest Song in the World,
All right!
And it was the best mother fuckin' song,
The Greatest Song in the world!
Allllllright!
'Ti Tuga digga tu Gi Friba fligugibu Uh Fligugigbu Uh Di Ei Friba Du Gi Fligu fligugigugi Flilibili Ah
(Bow) (Bow) (Bow) (Ooh) (Bow) (Bi)
Fligu wene mamamana Lucifer!
(Mene) (LUCIFER)!
(guitar solo)
And the peculiar thing is this my friends:
the song we sang on that fateful night it didn't actually sound
anything like this song!
This is just a tribute!
You gotta believe it!
And I wish you were there!
Just a matter of opinion.
Ah, fuck!
Good God, God lovin' ,
So surprised to find you can't stop me.(scat)
O hallelujah I'm found! Rich motherfucker compadre aaaaah!
All right!
All right!
Great stuff. Well, i'll see your sorry bones later, yeah?
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